capital stories and tells them well. Even the "Joe Millers" gather grace and interest under his pen. We perceive he is again sojourning at "Dobbs, his Ferry," up the North river. There may now be a bellum penne between "Old Knick" Clark, and " Idlewild" Willis. MR. REDFIELD, has issued the fourth part of Collier's new amended edition of Shakpeare's works, and we have received it from Peterson of our city. This edition as we have before said must take precedence of all that have as yet appeared; in other words, it will be the standard edition.

The Germanians are concertizing with great success at the West. They have Jaell and little Camille (Japonica) Urso with them.

Max Maretzec is really to hazard an opera season at Castle Garden in New York, with Sontag, Salvi, Marini, and Pozzolini for stars, Will the Countess consent to sing to fifty cent admissions? If yes, she has come down amazingly.

Editors' Sans-Souci.

THE HIPPODROME.

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- The entertainments at this place are of a novel and extraordinary character. We have never before had anything like them in Philadelphia. The old-fashioned circus round is almost entirely discarded; while a strange, wild, exciting series of doings occupies their places. No longer does the horse travel at a regular clock-work gait around a circle called the ring," with a man or woman on his back, who goes through a precise stereotype of leaping garters, and jumping through balloons, while at stated intervals Mr. Merriman cracks jokes which are musty with antiquity: but wild restless steeds, two and three and four abreast, leap into a kind of race-course, either with a rider who dances about upon their backs, as if they were the flooring of Mons. Jules Martin's saloon, or attached to chariots, which fly about the elipse as if they were propelled by lightning, driven by men who are entire strangers to fear. Then comes a troupe of ladies seated seemingly, on untamed chargers, who perform the most daring races, often leaping hurdles and barriers three feet high and causing the thousands who look on to raise all manner of "Democratic Monthly Review," is the evidences of their satisfaction. It is often the title of a new periodical published at Washing-horse and rider tumble over together in the ton, by William H. Lewis & Co., the first number of which has reached us. It is built up, as we learn, upon the ashes of the old Democratic Review, and we trust, for the sake of its editors and publishers, it may be successful. We find some excellent things in its pages, among which are the introduction and several opening chapters of a new "Tomitude," entitled A Peep into Uncle Tom's Cabin."

MR. A. HART of our city, has just published a new tale by Mrs. Lee Hentz, entitled "Helen and Arthur, or Miss Thusa's Spinning-wheel" which has an inviting look. We shali notice it hereafter. Meanwhile let us beg our readers to cast their eyes to Mr. Hart's list of "Summer Reading" books, advertized in our pages.

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The London Athenæum of June 18th, contains a most favorable reveiw of Ross Brown's Yusef." It closes as follows:

"Everywhere Mr. Brown aims at being lively and grotesque. Some of his drawings are full of satire. His General View of Constantinople' (with a foreground full of lean dogs quarrelling, with a few domes and minarets in the distance), is capital.

"Bleak House," No. 16. has been published by the Harpers. The story is swelling to a bursting point.

C. J. Price & Co., of our city, has published "Mind and the Emotions," from the pen of Dr. Cooke, which we shall notice hereafter. The same enterprising house has received "The Popular Educator" for July, and other admirable works issued in New York by Alexander Montgomery. Their place of business is No. 7, Hart's Buildings.

dnst, a confused blending of main, muslin,
tails, gauze, hoofs and ankles shadowing forth
very, very palpably, a violent death to one or
both of the prostrated; but all eventuates
most happily, for both lady and beast soon
find their feet, and after a shake or two are
ready once more to enter the field.
might speak of other features of the Hippo-
drome, and especially of the very funny mon-
key hurdle race, but we have no more space.
We are told that the present is the last
week.

PAINTINGS AT THE ACADEMY.

We

The series of notices of the present exhibition of paintings at the Academy of Arts, commenced in our last, will be continued in our next. The writer is rather severe. He is, however, a connoisseur, and we have concluded to give free scope to his opinions in our pages. His first notices contained a number of typographical errors, which, it appears, offended him prodigiously. Very sorry, indeed.

BONFIELD, the painteR,

Has taken up his residence at Beverly, on the Delaware, where he is at present occupied in the production of several admirable works. We visited his Atelier a short time since, and examined these efforts at leisure. They are mostly river and coast scenes, and are paint

ed to fill orders from citizens of Philedelphia,
among whom James G. Claghorn and William
B. Johnston. Esqrs., may be specified. Bon-
field has a fine reputation which is destined
to be largely increased. His style is ex-
tremely chaste. As an evidence of merit, a
brother artist of high standing conceded to
him, it shotld be stated that Birch, the great
marine painter, on his death bed, desired that
the paintings he left unfinished, should be fin-
ished by Bonfield, and we saw in his collec-
tion one of those pictures, to which the artist
was giving the last touches. Several studies
of Bonfield, embracing views of Mount Des-
ert Maine, Nahant Massachusetts, and New-
port Rhode Island, struck us as being admi-
rable. We hope one of these days to see
large pictures executed from them.
friend Bonfield, we should add, finds recrea-
tion of suitable kind at his present sojourning
place. Much of the recfeation is obtained
from fishing, and whether the fruits be rock-
fish, eel or cat-fish, Bonfield is equally pleas-
ed. He does not pretend to be an Isaac Wal-
ton, he cares not for the honor to be pronounc-
ed a sportsman, it is enough with him that he
is a disciple of Claude Lorraine.

FACETIOUS EPITAPTHS.

Our

Mr. Joseph Simpson has recently published in London, a book of epitaphs monumental inscriptions &c., from which we gather the following extracts:—

On a Linendraper.

Cottons, and cambrics, all adieu,

And muslins, too, farewell;

Plain, striped, and figured, old and new,
Three quarters, yard, or ell;

By nail and yard I've measure'd ye,

As customers inclined,

The churchyard now has measur'd me,

And nails my coffin bind.

From Cunwallow Churchyard, Cornwall.

Shall we all die?

We shall die all,

All die shall we

Die all we shall.

God be praised!

Here is Mr. DUDLEY, senior,

And JANE. his wife, also.

Who, whilst living, was his superior:

But see what Death can do.
Two of his sons also lie here,

One Walter, t'other Joe:

They all of them went in the year 1510 below.
Father and Mother and I

Lies buried here, as under:
Father and Mother lies buried here,
And I lies buried yonder.

A Mrs. Greenwood's epitaph, ends thus ridiculously :

My grief for this good woman is so sore
That I can really only write four lines more.

GONE.

Three weeks ago we lost six subscribers. Does the reader ask why? We answer, because we condemned the Montreal riots, and upheld Gavazzi and free speech! The reader may guess what was the religion of the indignant six, and what a charity and liberality and republican doctrine it preaches. Last year we printed a long and glowing description of the Sacred Heart Convent, near Torresdale, on the Delaware, while we have frequently had occasion to applaud the movements of the Roman Catholics, yet not a Protestant subscriber was indignant there at. Pshaw!

BUSINESS MEMS.

Col. Maurice, 123, Chestnut street, is satisfied with the fruits he has gathered from liberal advertising, for they are many and abundant. The Colonel cannot help succeeding; he was born to succeed. Wherever he has planted himself fortune has smiled upon him. As we write, the Colonel, in company with the great tragedian Forrest. is luxuriating at Cape May: perhaps at this moment the pair are rolling over like porpoises in the surf which lashes the beach at that place. |

From King Stanley Churchyard, Gloucestershire We consider Forrest the best Damon, Sparta

"Twas as she tript from cask to cask,

In at a bunghole quickly fell;

Suffocation was her task,

She had no time to say farewell.

cus about, while as for our friend Colonel Maurice, he is at the head of all stationers, whether here or elsewhere.

Messrs. Hickey & Co. manufacture a cap

Let the intemperate be warned by the fol- tal leather trunk, one indeed which will last lowing::

My grandfather was buried here,

My cousin Jane, and two uncles dear;

My father perish'd with an inflamation in the thighs,

And my sister dropp'd down dead in the Minories:

for years, no matter how much travelling its owner may do.

Several communications await notice at our hands. Some look as it they might be

But the reason why I'm here interred, according to my consigned to the stove for next winter's kind

thinking,

Is owing to my good living, and hard drinking.

If therefore, good Christians, you wish to live long,
Don't drink too much wine, brandy, gin, or anything strong.

ling stuff, while others will assuredly appear. Among the last is "A City Sketch,' and "A son in search of the Murderer of his Father."

“BIZARRE, BIZARRE, WHAT SAY YOU, MADCAP?"—Farquhar. | he studied with assiduity; learned to read and

Bizarre.

FOR THE WEEK ENDING

SATURDAY, JULY 23, 1853.

write; became steward; knew how to calculate, and with strong intellects, soon became initiated in subtraction and multiplication: most stewards know the first rule quoted-to their employer's cost. A comprehension of division was essential, with which he soon became perfectly acquainted: he learned to divide, and next proceeded to interest; this

HAVE YOU DINED JACQUOT? he managed with equal facility, by lending

FROM THE FRENCH.

Jacquot was the son of a village cobbler: his parents were poor, but industrious, and he lost them whilst in infancy: at an early age he gave ample proofs of sagacity, for he availed himself of every resource that presented to accumulate the penny; he attended the goats and cows; conducted the horses to water, and waited in the evening at the only inn in the village, where, by chance, a "godsend" induced some solitary traveller to stop. Though sleeping on straw; subsisting on brown bread, fruit, and milk, he sang from the break of morn till its close; and on gaining sufficient to allow of a light recreation, none footed it so nimbly or merrily in the Sunday's dance. His native village, was in his eyes, a beautiful city; the notary's house, a palace; and the villagers, so many lords and ladies-the most exalted of the creation: thus he doated on the fields, woods, lawns and rivulets, and also on a certain little peasant, named Susan, though not even gifted with wisdom, wealth, or personal charms, was nevertheless, in his eyes, an angel of perfection. Jacquot had but just attained his eighteenth year, when a young nobleman passing through the village, discovering something pleasing in the physiognomy of the industrious peasant, proposed to conduct him to Paris and insure his fortune. Jacquot had then but little idea of the advantages gained by homage to this volatile deity, but desire of seeing the capital, a feeling of curiosity, and a secret presentiment of future greatness, induced him to accept the offer. He wept bitterly on hidding adieu to his fields, his dog, Prin, his goats, cows, and Susan, ejaculating, Ah, well! I won't be long ere I return; and then I shall tell Prin and Susey all the wonders I have seen in the great eity."

money on interest, by which an enormous profit was obtained: briefly, after occupying the multifarious situations of steward to a naval and military contractor: secretary of the opera, and confidential agent to a Russian prince, and member of the chamber of Senate, a handsome fortune crowned the anxious endeavours of this deep plodding politician. Courted by all; he entered into extensive financial speculations, in which he was ever so favored by fortune, that on attaining his thirtieth year, an income of 30,000 livres was at his disposal. Booing, booing" did the business.

"Nor e'en Sir Pertinax such homage showed As this, his prototype upon the great bestow'd." Jacques now began to think that he had pruned sufficiently from the garden of Plutus, resolved on enjoying the fruit that he had so amply reaped. His dream of fortune was not now ideal: he purchased an extensive estate; established an elegant equipage; engaged his livery servants; assuming the title of M. de la Jacquiniere, or Squire James: here was a prodigious change, but true: thus

Mushrooms from mingled garbage rise,

And are to votaries of taste a prize. Repairing one day to the country villa, his carriage was overset by accident at the entrance of a poor villiage, and whilst, workmen were sent in quest of, to place it in repair, our unfortunate squire alighted, and looking around, exclaimed, "Heavens! what a filthy hole! what a wretched receptacle! what a despicable country! stagnate pools, filthy quagmires, dirty hovels, frightful rustics, not a single spot where a person of consequence can with decency repose! My organs are quite affected at the bare idea of being compelled to remain here till my vehicle is put in order confound the rascally coachman, he Jacquot arrives in Paris: first figures as a shall be discharged immediately I reach groom, then footman. afterwards valet de home"-for this hamlet-have it in his own chambre, when he dropped the name of Jac- words for M. de la Jacquiniere presumed quot (or Jem,) as being too vulgar for his as- now to be a man of letters-a poet, forsooth piring ideas; an appellation that also occa--and no mean one either, at least he was so sioned the laughter of the housemaids. He assumed that of Jaques (Jemmy,) as a designation far more imposing; and ere the termination of the year, Mister Jacques had entirely forgot his favorite dog Prin, his cattle, woods, hamlet, and his Susan: in the interim

flattered by numerous parasites, who admir-
ed the delicacies of his table-

""Tis a degenerate-a vile abode,
Which courtier's feet hath never trod;
And I, who half the courtiers reign,
Can only view it with disdain."

Whilst making these sapient observations, our squire had advanced to the bank of a purling rill, whose deviating banks formed, in his eye, an uncouth contrast with the level embankment of his artificial canal, although in the crystal wave, he beheld the finny brood gaily disporting, as he seated himself on a sward beneath an ancient willow-a prospect that had never greeted him in his own torpid reservoirs,

M. de la Jacquiniere had been seated but for a few minutes when he was surrounded by a flock of sheep, goats and cows who were under the surveillance of a swarthy female peasant and her dog; the latter though nearly blind from age, distanced the flock, and hastened with kind and anxious familiarity to lick the hand of the astonished, alarmed, and indignant squire of the town. "Lud, lud, lud!" shouted the lusty conductress, "what may be all this? I never saw Prin so affectionate to any one in all my born days, expoor Jacquot." On the mention of this plebian name, the wealthy gentleman blushed deeply a thousand conflicting thoughts pervaded his mind: can it be; yes, it is so he is in his native village: Susan is before him, under the very willow, beneath which he has so often slept and dreamed-dreamed;-ay, but never of moving in his present sphere!

sions of Georgia-Her common seal-Descriptions of Scenery, natural advantages, resources, &c.

that his Country's existence had otherwise begun? Who would desire the power of going back to the ages of fable? who would wish for an origin obscured in the darkness of antiquity? Who would wish for other emblazoning of his country's heraldry, or other ornaments of her geneal

Happy auspices of a happy futurity! Who would wish

ogy, than to be able to say that her first existence was

with intelligence; her first breath the inspirations of lib erty; her first principle the truth of divine religion?

WEBSTER

Sir Walter Raleigh is the reputed discover. er of that portion of the United States now denominated Georgia. It appears highly probable, judging from the observations contained in his written journal, that during his memorable and extended voyage along the American coast, he entered the mouth of the Savannah river, and surveyed the country on either bank for several miles. This is further confirmed by the traditions of the Indians. On one occasion, General Oglethorpe was holding conversation with several of them, prominent warriors, and during the course of it, casually inquired whether, previous to his arrival among them, they had ever seen a pale face in their country? The ready reply ¦ Oh, M. de la Jacquiniere! what must be was, that their fathers long ago held a conyour sensations; what those of one devoted ference with a great chieftain who had come to ancient friends and place of nativity? Im- from beyond the big seas, and that they had agination pictures you pressing in your warm ever been taught to revere his memory. They embrace, the poor girl whom you formerly so also pointed to a high mound near Savannah, fondly cherished: your tears distilling on your where they affirmed the Indian King was inparent's humble sod; your bounties falling terred who talked with the English.-he havlike refreshing April showers on the inhabi- ing expressed an ardent desire to be buried tants of your native hamlet; the companions on the spot where he had conversed with that of your infancy enjoying the social delight of " great good man." Appropriately may greeting your prosperity in the garden where Georgia be proud of her discoverer, for the once you passed with them so many hours in name of Raleigh stands "highest among the revelry:-learn the reverse-Prin, poor faith-statesmen of England.' Possessed of a courful Prin, the dog so affectionately faithful, ageous mind which was never daunted; diswas spurned from him with indignation; me- tinguished not only as the brave, judicious thinks his melancholy howl still peals on my soldier, and the accomplished scholar, but alear, awakening grievous contrasts. He has- so as the determined opponent of burdensome tened from Susan and the village: ascended taxation and lucrative monopolies,—a noblehis coach, and on reaching the splendid villa, hearted and zealous adventurer in every procaused the neck of a beautiful parrot to be ject of amelioration, a man whose intellect twisted, for having had the misfortune to ex- shone brightly through the ravages of physiclaim, "Have you dined Jacquot ?" cal decay and the baneful influence of a damp dungeon,-whose upright and forgiving heart within a palsied frame, still beat high with an undying devotion to his country, although he himself was reduced to beggary by that self-same government, and with an ingratitude which defies all portrayal, finally beheaded. His fame is ever-enduring, and will Sir Walter Raleigh-Early Settlement of Geor- brighten forever. Possibly Ribault's eyes gia--General Oglethorpe's Letter--Motives rested upon the coast of Georgia, as he sought which generally conduce to the Peopleing of some suitable location for Coligny's French a Colony-De Soto-Reasons why our Fore- Huguenots. The first permanent settlement. fathers sought this Country-First impres-hower, established in this State, was that un

His was a love of wealth; so strong-s) sure,
As neither time could change, or art could cure.
SKETCHES OF GEORGIA.

SKETCH FIFTH.

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der General Jamas Oglethorpe, in January, | But, let the storms of winter dash the snow1733. The colonists landed at Yamacraw flake against his rude cabin,-let the savage Bluff, deeming it the most healthy and con- string his bow, and speed the feathered arrow, venient situation. This received the appella- let the jocund, merry face of autumn be tion of Savannah, from the Indian name of the exchanged for the wan and pale visage of him river which flows by. General Oglethorpe, with the frosted locks, and he is immediately in speaking of the position of the colony, soon prepared to denounce the spot as the direst after its foundation, says :-" Our people are land on the globe. It is interesting, and ofall in perfect health. I chose the situation ten equally amusing in after years, to examfor the town upon a high ground, forty feet ine the original descriptions as presented by perpendicular above high-water mark; the government agents, or by those who having soil dry and sandy, the water of the river recently landed, and hoping to find a perfect fresh, and springs coming out of the side of Eldorado, indulge in the most extravagant the hill. I pitched upon this place not only portrayals of the beauties and the luxuriance for the pleasantness of the situation, but be- of every object, even those highly trivial. cause from the above mentioned and other The poet, finding ample scope for the play of signs, I thought it healthy; for it is sheltered his imagination, has delighted to paint in from the Western and Southern winds (the glowing colors the future glory, the present most in the country) by vast woods of pine attractions, and the capabilities of the youthtrees, many of which are an hundred, and ful colony. The Historian also deriving his few under seventy feet high information from some casual observer common report, endeavors to embody such floating images of "far off life," and to impress upon them the permanent stamp of truth to men at ordinary seasons, when their minds are calm and free from excitement; not a few of these attempts savor of the ludicrous. Mankind too often manifest a preference for the marvellous. A love of the wonderful invested with an air of novelty, has ever characterized our race. Creatures of sympathy, many live only on the excitement of the moment, and readily lend an assenting ear to the relations of strange occurrences, which their own limited personal experience will not enable them to contradict. In fact, the charge brought by Demosthenes against the Athenians will apply to almost every nation in every age. Desirous of change, attracted by the glaring prospects of the future, multitudes will follow the goddess Fortune wherever she blindly leads the way--will dwell with rapture upon the ideal creations of some heated imagination, regard with deference the garnished tale of some romance writer,-deem the sands of new-found-lands as abounding in golden ore, and be willing to forsake in an instant the occupations and moderate profits of the present, in confident expectations of reaping sudden and rich harvests in the future. The die is often cast by the daring adventurer, but the passage of the Rubicon does not always ensure the diadem of the imperial city. The apple of Sodom hangs fair and beautiful from the green bough, but it crumbles into dust and corruption upon the lips of him who would taste. Pure water in abundance surrounds the parched Tantalus, but before he can quench that burning thirst, it has all vanished, and the arid earth mocks his misery. History furnishes memorable examples of bright hopes unrealized, of present advantages completely lost in vain pursuit of imagined gains in the future. Among

The last and fullest conviction of the healthiness of the place was, that an Indian nation who knew the nature of the country, chose it for their situation. Experience has clearly demonstrated the prudence and propriety of the choice. There is probably no city on our south-eastern coast more flourishing, or which enjoys a greater degree of health, than Savannah. It is an established fact that the earliest accounts rendered of any new plantation are always more or less exaggerated. What more natural? Every object is novel,; the imagination is taxed to its utmost capacities, and the emigrant either revels in beatific visions of coming glorious success, or shrinking from the prospect of future privations, laments the severity of the undertaking and the miseries of his present situation. Should the balmy air of spring blow sofly over green-waving forests, should the startled deer leap nimbly with its fellows over the luxuriant meadow, and joyously sport

"Amid the ancient forests of a land,

Wild, gloomy, vast, magnificently grand,"

should the fish dart swiftly through limpid
waters, and the song-birds warble their soft
notes in linked sweetness on the summer air,
as it comes ladened with the perfume of flow-
er and fruit, then, in rapture he is wont at
once to pronounce his new home a paradise
on earth. At such a season, judging from
the encomiums bestowed upon every object,
and the entire scene, one might readily sup-
pose that the golden age of Ovid had again
dawned upon a new world

"Ver erat æternum, placidique tepentibus auris
Mulcebant zephyri natos sine semine flores.
Nox etiam fruges tellus inarata ferebat;
Nec renovatus ager gravidis canebat aristis.
Flumina jam lactis, jam flumina nectaris ibant,
Flavaque de vividi stillabant ilice mella."